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| Theories of Evolution; Box, Havok and any X-Factor that wants | |
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| Topic Started: Feb 12 2009, 05:42 AM (377 Views) | |
| Darwin | Feb 12 2009, 05:42 AM Post #1 |
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Time of Day: Noon Date in Time line: January 11, one day after Down with the Flames It had been just yesterday since Armando had arrived to this building and joined the team of superhero mutants known as X-Factor, the protectors of Mutant Town. It had been an interesting day as so many things happened that this mutant never would have expected waking up yesterday morning. His scientific study had been retold, he saved someone from a burning building, met an interesting luck bringer called Longshot, joined X-Factor and met some of his teammates but lets not forget to mention the fact that he slept in a nice room apparently created by the beauty known as Wanda though he still did not really figure out how she made the room appear out of thin air. When joining, Darwin had been told that he would have to be evaluated in a training session in order for X-Factor to really see his powers and to test their limits before he could be placed in active duty. In his mind, he already had a flow of events of what might happen but who actually knew. Before he went to sleep in his new room, Armando had been told to be in this location at noon for his evaluation so here he was. The room at the moment was a bit dark as the lights were turned off so at first it was difficult to see what was within the room. It was during those moments that his powers suddenly changed his eyes causing them to develop nightvision and suddenly Darwin could see perfectly within the room. It was a large room with various equipment but seemed to have enough space. At the moment even with his nightvision there wasn't much to see so this caused him to wonder what kind of test this would be. The thought of tests made Darwin remember all those exams he took in school in which he always scored unusually high in and the tests/experiments done to him by scientists. Both of which did not sound too good for him at the moment. While the tests were always strangely easy for him sending Armando's scores to the level of geniuses, the other tests were uncomfortable and at times strange but it was for them to understand what this strange person was, a mutant. It was the first time he had been called that those many years ago but at the moment he felt it was right. Homo Superior, the next step in evolution and to add more to the fire, Darwin's powers were just that, evolution. The alien-like mutant shifted his large head around shifting his currently greensih glowing eyes around to all his surroundings. He did not know when Box or Havok would arrive to administer the "test" upon Darwin but he knew this was his best chance to impress them. The scientists had once called Darwin a marvel and fascinating but now he would see what other mutants really thought of his abilities. |
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| Box | Feb 14 2009, 04:39 AM Post #2 |
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Madison Jeffries took his position up above the training area on the second floor, watching the new recruit from the glass-enclosed blacony. He quickly ran a diagnostic check on the equipment, making sure that everything was running properly, fingers flurrying across several keyboards taken from unused PCs Madison got on auction when a local investing firm went bankrupt. Satisfied that everything was running smoothly, Madison lifted the microphone up, adjusting it to approximately his height and switched it on. "Good afternoon, Mister Munoz. Mister Summers will be here shortly, so let's just start up with some light exercises and see where it goes from there." Madison tapped a few keys on the leftmost keyboard and took a brief moment to decide what to do with the exercise, what to do first. "Alright, Mister Munoz, first things first, head over to the weight bench up against the left wall. The barbell is designed to increase in weight at my command up here. So what I'll do is boost it up with each rep you complete until you say you can't do anymore. This is gonna help us determine your upper limits as far as physical strength goes." The bench-press was designed for Guido Carosella, who hadn't been particularly active in some time, and as such the device went mostly unused. Madison tapped a few more keys and dropped the pressure of the device down to seventy pounds for starters and would begin raising by increments of twenty pounds with each heft. |
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| Havok | Feb 14 2009, 05:16 AM Post #3 |
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X-Factor wasn't the X-Men. They didn't have Xavier's resources, Scott's technical engineering abilities, Hank McCoy's scientific genius. But they had Madison Jeffries, a lot of scrap metal, a leader who was not so hung up on rules and regulations. The equipment they had here probably wouldn't pass an OSHA inspection, but who needed it to? They were superheroes, and though at times this place seemed more like a frat house, not surprising considering the relative youth of most of the members, they did need to train. So, Havok, being Havok, had given Box free reign to do whatever it was he wanted in the training area. He wandered in to watch Darwin's test, a Cinnamon Dolce Latte from Starbucks in one hand, an apple fritter in the other hand. He was back on the wagon, from his trip to the Savage Land, and this was not as easy as before. Before he'd quit drinking halfway out of spite to prove to Lorna he could, halfway out of self flagellation because he had hurt her and needed to be punished. However, in the Savage Land, the fermented drink the primitives had made, since even the most simple people learned beer making early, had not hampered him much. He'd been able to function even after drinking himself tipsy... so the temptation and the old longings were... strong, very strong. He replaced it with sugar, and caffeine, his metabolism and high activity keeping him from packing on the "quitter's 10" He glanced up at the observation room and called, "Howzit going, Jeffries?" |
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| Jet Black | Feb 14 2009, 09:12 AM Post #4 |
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It hadn’t been too long since Mr. Hodge offered X-Factor a government sponsorship. Or when Jet found that her powers were killed in action. If powers were able to be killed in action. But the blonde decided she was going to move on, keep living, and work to getting better. Which meant she had to leave her room more often. Maybe actually stepping outside of Headquarters, eventually. But those were steps she was going to take with her team at her side. She heard there was a new member coming in but when she looked through the lounge she couldn’t find anyone. But from the metal stairs she heard some voices, familiar ones. She made her way up and saw Madison and Alex with coffee and a donut. A small smile formed on her lips. She approached them from behind not attempting to hide her footsteps being heard. “Hey bossman, hi Mr. Jefferies.” She peered over there shoulders and saw an alien in the training room. Not knowing what he did, her eye brows lifted. “Is that the new guy?” Hopefully the intercom thing that Madison was playing with wasn’t on. Not that she even knew he was on it; she could have been broadcasting since before she even entered and wouldn’t have known it. |
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| Darwin | Feb 14 2009, 05:34 PM Post #5 |
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The lights suddenly turned on causing Darwin's sight to instantly become blurred as his night vision was useless in the presence of light. Blinking a couple times, his eyes absorbing an excess of light, the greenish glow to the eyes suddenly began to fade and his usual white eyes revealed themselves underneath to allow Armando to be able to see. At the moment, Darwin really couldn't control his powers as he would like as they happened right before a situation and reacted differently every time. He once remembered Xavier say to him if he earned to control his powers then the possibilities would be endless. This brought up the fact as to what type of mutant was he? The voice of Madison Jeffries was suddenly heard sounding as if it came from an intercom system causing the bald mutant to look up and see the dark haired man behind a glass window in a room from the balcony. There were many controls within that room which Darwin concluded they were the controls of the room he was in currently. He stated that they would start with light exercises which made Armando wonder what kind of light exercises. His white eyes looked to the man as his head slowly bobbed up and down in a nod to confirm he had heard him. Armando looked to the bench press and wondered about how much weight he could actually lift. He knew his powers once granted him with superstrength but he didn't really know if they would again in this situation. The only thing left was to try and at the least remove the doubts within his head so he could concentrate and hopefully direct his powers to this situation. Walking over to the bench press, he sat down upon the bench allowing his back and head to relax upon the hard surface as his feet aligned themselves on either side of him pushing into the ground for support. Shifting his eyes to the window up above, he noticed that two new figures had appeared. One of them he recognized as the leader Alex Summers and the other, the pretty blond, he didn't know. Well now that he had an audience, he could start. Fixing his arms parallel to each other on the bar, and aligning his hands as well, Armando began this exercise. Pushing up to lift the bar, the bar slowly rose into the air as Armando brought it a bit lower to align it upon his chest. Now began the moment of question, how would his powers react? The bar was brought down, almost touching his chest before Darwin pushed upon the bar once more to bring it back up. This weight was pretty easy to lift and he didn't even feel his powers react. As the bar was up and was brought down once more to his chest, Armando felt the bar increase in weight. He performed a couple more reps, with each one feeling heavier than the previous one until the mutant reached the weight of 160 and now the weight was becoming a bit much for him. He was surprised he had made it this far but it felt now as if his muscles would give out any time soon. His eyes closed and sending whatever energy in his body to his arms, he tried to perform another rep but this weight was basically the weight of his own weight and was becoming way difficult for him. In his mind he kept repeating the word lift! His desire to lift the bar suddenly activated his powers. Armando began to feel a new surge of energy run throughout his entire body as if he had reached a runner's second wind. The weight of the bar suddenly began to feel way less than before and he felt his body strangely growing. The muscles of his body suddenly began to feel strong, or should it be said superstrong. A slight pain surged his body as his muscles also began to increase in size. He brought the bar down and pushed it back up repeatedly as if he was lifting a pencil up and down. The weight to him seemed almost like nothing and before he knew it, Armando had reached 900lbs without breaking a sweat. With each rep, his powers gave Darwin more and more strength necessary to lift the bar. He remembered something that Moira told him one day, because of his powers, Armando was as strong as he needed to be. The reps were repeated faster and faster and it was seeming that Armando could go on forever as he broke through the ton barrier. The repetition of these reps were becoming a bit much for Darwin though as the pain along his body was increasing since his body was not used to too many quick changes to the body. It was then when a pain surge in his left arm caused Darwin to push too hard upon the bar and accidentally let the bar go flying into the air. The strength used upon this push was great which sent the heavy item through the roof of the room and Darwin knowing gravity would act upon it soon, instantly got up and prepared to catch the heavy bar before it crashed into the ground. The large item crashed directly into Darwin's hands which he cached using the strength of his whole body to keep him still and balanced. The weight of it all caused Darwin's feet to suddenly cause a crater in the floor. Darwin calmly walked to the bench press and set the bar down in its usual location. His body had gone through some changes now and at the moment the bald alien-looking mutant had the body and muscles of a body builder. Looking up to the balcony, an apologetic appeared upon his face as he had caused some damages to the room. "I'm really sorry about this, I didn't mean to sent it flying, I just, pushed too hard". |
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| Box | Feb 15 2009, 04:16 AM Post #6 |
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Madison flicked the switch to the microphone down as Jet Black and Alex Summers entered the room. Best not to have too much ambient sound conflicting with the broadcast down there. "Mister Summers, Miss Black," Madison greeted with sharp affirmative nods to each of them as they entered the room. "That's him. Armando Munoz. Supposedly has unlimited adaptive capabilities, so we're gonna see just how close to 'unlimited' we can actually get before - before.... holy shit." He was suddenly interrupted by the barbell launching straight up through the ceiling and most possibly through the roof and into the sky. Fumbling slightly, Madison flipped the switch back on and leaned over the microphone. "Don't worry about it, Mister Munoz, we've got backup plans in place. Ilsa, go fetch." Audible through the open windows high above the floor was the faint boom of rocket engines igniting as the dog jettisoned out of a side hatch in the building and zoomed through the air, catching the barbell with equal parts magnetism and equal parts raw servo-motor enhanced power and gently guided the weight back down to the gym's floor, releasing it with a loud clunk but no damage to the floor. Once it had become detached from the home unit, the extra pressure had been released, returning it to its normal weight. "Alright, well. You've clearly exceeded our capacity to test your physical strength... have to upgrade that thing soon... hmm... anyway, on to the next step... the treadmill, please." Alex and Jet would know what made the treadmill significant. This was Pietro's treadmill, upgraded again and again and again when it eventually broke down. Madison had done his level best to make it as compatible to Pietro's speeds as possible, but no matter his efforts, Pietro still managed to break it. This time he wasn't going to tell Darwin what it did. He was just going to set it to steadily and automatically increase in speed until Darwin couldn't take it anymore... or the machine couldn't take Darwin. Which ever came first. |
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| Havok | Feb 15 2009, 05:14 AM Post #7 |
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Alex watched the exercise, finishing his snack and sipping his coffee slowly. Since his powers had manifested, he was finding he liked the hotter temperatures in his his food and drink, just in general, since anything colder tended to warm up too quickly around him. He usually attempted to keep himself at a lower power level, so he didn't constantly heat up every room he was in with the ambient leak of his powers, like a too worn car tire. His containment suit regulated that mostly, but he was no longer as in need of that as he once was. He wore the shirt still, and the head piece almost constantly, but the rest of his clothes tended to be the casual civilian garb that made him seem still very much the man of the people he was trying to be. It was important to him. "Whooo," Alex said appreciatively, as the mutant beneath them evolved, "That's a power and a half, isn't it?" He slipped an arm around Jet's shoulders as she entered the room. Jet was still suffering from the loss of her powers and recovering from her torture, but the brave girl was still here, and still wanting to make a difference. That was admirable. Alex was happy to have her with them. "Whatcha think, Jetty? How far you think he's able to go? Wanna lay bets he can break the treadmill quicker than Piet?" |
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| Jet Black | Feb 16 2009, 07:02 AM Post #8 |
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Madison told them about the new recruit when the newbie launched the barbell and sent it to the moon. “Okay that was cool.” Alex commented that his power was a power and a half, Jet gave a small sigh. He put his arm around her shoulders. The blonde did not want to leave X-Factor; after she spoke with Jon she had a few days to think about it. And Sparky was right, about a lot of things. She wouldn’t stop, as long as her team had her back she would never quit. As Armando apologized Madison told him not to worry and to head to the treadmill. Oh that treadmill, it was funny to see Piet tell Madison that he broke it. Alex asked if she wanted to place a bet on which would last longer the treadmill or the new guy. Jet playfully scratched her chin and thought. “If he breaks the treadmill, Piet’s gonna have some competition.” All the talk of powers got her thinking about what Jon had suggested to her. About asking Madison if he could make some sort of machine to mimic her powers. It couldn’t hurt to ask. Jet knew it’d be a while before she’d probably leave Headquarters but when the time would come it wouldn’t hurt any less to be prepared. She was not going to accept being benched. The blonde took in a deep breath and spoke. “Ya know I had… well not me, someone else had the idea but I’m gonna say it’s me to save time. I had the idea that… Well… You are quite brilliant Mr. Jefferies.” Okay maybe it wasn’t the best way to start asking for the favor she needed, but the loss of her powers was a hard thing to talk about. “And because you are quite brilliant… I was wondering if maybe you could make a device or machine-y thing that could mimic my powers?” Jet waited for him to accept or decline. And she hated having to ask in the first place. It probably wasn’t the best time to ask either. But what else could she do? A broken ankle (with no crutches) wasn’t going to stop her, neither was a monstrous island, and while this was a completely different situation which crippled her, the blonde refused to quit. Recovery from what she went through would take a while; she would work her way to getting better. Maybe by even taking a self defense class, as long as someone went with her of course. Going somewhere alone would be an even longer process to recover from, but it was a start. |
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| Darwin | Feb 16 2009, 10:27 PM Post #9 |
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"Treadmill?" Darwin turned around to see what appeared to be a regular old fashion treadmill. An eyebrow rose as Darwin wondered what secrets this treadmill held within its machinery. As the Chicago native walked closer to the treadmill, he saw it more worn out than he previously thought. It also seemed to have been broken and fixed many times before. Armando's question now was, who or what had caused this machine to be broken so many times before. The half Black half Latino mutant shrugged off the question and blamed it on bad maintenance. Stepping onto the track of the treadmill, Darwin planted his feet onto it and held onto the rails before him tightly with his long fingers. His appearance was currently in sharp contrast of what he looked like before. Usually Darwin is lean but with definite muscle definition though now he looked like he participated in a muscleman competition. Arnold in his prime had nothing on Armando now. It felt a bit weird moving with these muscles since he was not particularly used to it but his focus shifted to the task at hand. A treadmill. Darwin already figured what he would do, run. What else was a treadmill to do but make a person run. The wires and gadgets came to life and the floor of the treadmill slowly began to roll causing Darwin to walk upon it so as to not go back off the machine. It was light and easy now for the currently muscular mutant as he began calmly walking upon its surface. In his mind, Armando wondered how long it would be before his body registered the situation and removed his previous evolution into a new one more adequate for this as there really was no need for superstrength in something like this, well at least not on his upper body. The trail began to roll by faster causing Darwin to start to pick up his pace along with it. So that's how it was. The treadmill would gradually increase the speed of it as time passed on but then he came to the realization that it had speeds probably no human could match which started to worry. He had developed superspeed before so he knew he could do it but the question was if he would develop it in time before the machine would send him flying back and crashing into the wall on his face. There was also a slight worry that he might not even develop superspeed, he could just develop some sort of electrical absorption to shut the machine down or claws on his feet to implant into the ground. If only he had a bit more control over this. About a minute and a half into it, Darwin had already let go of the handles and was in full running form as the speed had picked up. His arms moving in symmetry and his breathing controlled, he was doing good but the speed was still currently in human standards. His legs propelled himself forward as the floor rolled back ready to launch Darwin when he would slip up. He did not want that, surely. About three minutes in, it was now really working. Loud huffing and fast movements showed Darwin was starting to push his body to the brink in this run. His body had yet to respond to the speeds and he was getting using all the energy in his muscles to continue to propel himself forward. Then it happened. Armando slightly lost his footing and was about to trip which would cause him to fall on the ground and send him flying back. He did not give up though as he mustered his strength and managed to land his foot back in good position but then he had to move it once more. If he continued like this, he would be gone in the next two seconds. His body finally reacted to the speed and suddenly his body began to show a glowing aura. His muscles suddenly compacted more so to the body of a strong runner yet his leg muscles seemed to remain the same. Feeling a large increase of energy into his body, he began to move faster and faster and faster. Soon enough he was easily running without breaking a sweat. With each faster pace of the machine, the bald headed mutant increased his own speed until it was definite that he was at superhuman levels. It had been four minutes and now he was moving at insanely fast speeds. All Darwin concentrated on at this moment was moving forward. White eyes forward and moving his body as fast as it permitted him, which right now was ridiculously fast. His legs and arms were practically a blur as they moved too fast for the naked eye to see. His body bobbed side to side quickly giving the appearance of two Darwins in the same position. His movements were so fast now that the air molecules in the air were moving as well thus creating random wind currents within the room. A smirk appeared on his face as he realized something, I can go faster! Now forcefully pushing his evolving body to faster speeds, a glow began to appear beneath his feet and around him as he was heating the atoms around him with extreme kinetic energy forging that glow. Boy did running this fast feel good, especially with a nice artificially created breeze in his face. Sparks suddenly emerged as well from the soles of his feet as well as from the machine as visible images of smoke could now be seen. With a sudden chug of electrical discharge and a slight moving of the machine, the treadmill suddenly stopped sending the superspeeding Darwin forward at violent speeds. He propelled forward and crashed onto the handlebars of the treadmill but his speeds now made him into a missile thus the mutant ripped through the treadmill with the impact force of an asteroid sending the treadmill into the air and landing on its side. Noticing he would go straight into the wall and not wanting to break anything else, Darwin used his powerful legs to jump into the the air. Hopefully disconnection with the ground would slow him down. What he didn't realize is that his legs sent him flying across the room in a superhuman jump directly beside the control room and the balcony into a wall. Right before he crashed, Darwin saw what looked to be a rope hanging and he instantly grabbed it. Looking into the room, hanging from the rope, and with a nervous smile upon his face, Darwin finally said, "So.....what's next?" |
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| Box | Feb 17 2009, 04:32 AM Post #10 |
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"Replicate?" Madison asked, taking his attention away from the destruction of the team's gymnasium for just a few moments as he pondered the possibility. "I think replication's just a bit too complicated. I wouldn't know the first thing about... Look, okay. Hear me out here. What you could do, you still can do. The fact that you're a mutant can't be removed, it just.... there's no way to remove that, I just.... if you ask me, and I'm no biology expert, believe me - but I think that maybe, just maybe - the trauma you underwent put so much strain on your body that it's not willing to expend any energy to anything but recuperation. So.... okay, I think..... alright, here we go. I'm gonna need........" He spared a quick glance to Darwin, who had just totalled the treadmill, and was now dangling by a rope. "Summers, if you'd please..." he gestured to the glass, offering the reigns of the exercise to Havok. "Okay, what I've got in mind isn't exactly going to replicate your powers, not exactly, but... it'll be close. With a little side... thing. Um... I'm gonna need a PC. The rest I can handle with my raw materials in the basement. You get a PC you're comfortable with me cannibalizing and meet me down there after this is done, and we'll get to work on making you a viable superhero while you recover." |
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| Havok | Feb 17 2009, 07:21 AM Post #11 |
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Box and Jet discussed finding a way to simulate her powers until a way to re-activate them was found, and Alex listened with half an ear as he watched Darwin destroy the treadmill. "Yeah, we're going to have to limit that kid," he said, "We can't keep rebuilding that thing and I don't think our poor HQ can take much more of this." He left the Observation lounge, wondering when in the hell Box had built it in the first place. Musta been while he was playing caveman hero in the Savage Land, because it sure wasn't here when they left for their disastrous vacation. He headed downstairs, calling out, "Dar, hop down here a minute, I wanna talk to you a bit." He examined the damage the treadmill had done, patting Ilsa on the head as he passed her, "Who's a good doggie?" he asked, smiling at the robot and shaking his head in amusement that robot dogs and teen age boys who could one minute hoist a car and the next outrun a jet were commonplace. Ah, what a life this had turned out to be. The young X-Factor leader was feeling pretty darn good, to tell you the truth. His team was shaping up to be a good thing, his relationship with Lorna was still in the lotsa-sex-and-snuggling stage, everyone he knew was home and safe, even if some of them were a little damaged. Life was going pretty decently for once. Now, only if he could keep their new teammate from trashing the joint, things would be perfect. |
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| Jet Black | Feb 17 2009, 07:52 AM Post #12 |
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Jet listened to Madison talk about how he felt that her powers not working was due to trauma. As he spoke of that she couldn’t help but to feel the burning pain he inflicted when he touched her arm. The burning pain that spread and surged through her whole body. The blonde couldn’t help but wonder if it hurt so badly because it had burned away her power. Then Jet got distracted when Darwin broke the treadmill, giving off a small snicker. She almost didn't even notice Alex leave until Mr. Jeffries addressed him. But made her self re-focus when he spoke to her again. He said a lot of things that didn’t make much sense to her, but it sounded good. But with his last statement, about getting a PC and working it to making her able to fight along side X-Factor, the blonde became wide eyed. Almost in disbelief and happiness she replied, “Really?” Her smile grew, as she jumped over to wrap her arms around Mr. Jefferies for a hug. With a small squeal of delight she kissed him on the side of his check and separated from the hug, “Oh my god, thank you so much! I’m gonna get my computer now.” She spoke fast and with an excitement the team probably hadn’t seen from her in a while. It was a little surprising to her own self that she was so thrilled that Madison was going to built something to help her continue to be a hero with the rest of the team. Jet dashed out and started to fast walk to her room to grab her lap top. Not knowing if it counted as a PC, but worth the try. As bad as things were, and could get in the future, it looked like, to the blonde at least, that things were going to get better. And it was about damn time too. It was hard to talk about, even harder whenever something small would remind her of the pain. Of course it would take her time to fully recover, but it didn’t mean she had to lie down and stop, it didn’t mean she couldn’t take the first steps to help herself recover. |
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| Darwin | Feb 18 2009, 12:21 AM Post #13 |
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Long fingers gripped the rope, muscle bound body handing as the force of gravity pushed him down, blood pumping oxygen to his muscles, heart beating thousand times faster than it should? Though his facial expressions couldn't show it, most of his energy had been drained from his body and though his muscles were huge right now, they felt very weak. Armando practically let go of the rope and barely managed to land correctly on the ground since he stumbled back and remained in a sit down position on the floor. Putting his hand over his chest, Darwin started feeling a painful burn from within. His long fingers could feel his heart beating too fast than it could normally beat and his breathing increased greatly. Closing his eyes, he formed a brief expression of pain as this pain surged through all the nerves of his body. He knew what it was, the speed he just demonstrated needed for all of his organs and bodily functions to evolve as well into order to allow a safe hyperkinetic travel but it seemed that some of his organs did not do this feat and Armando pushed his body to the brink of his evolution thus causing a brief overdrive in his cardio. His heart was becoming irregular and now the pain was strong enough for Darwin to release a brief groaning noise as the pain surged in his chest. His heart probably didn't evolve along with him because he had just come off a full evolution moments before having to max out once more and apparently the half black half latino's body couldn't handle that kind of strain yet. His evolutions at the moment were slow but he was just 19 years old, its not like he could be Superman from one day to the next. After another sharp groan of pain, his body responded once more and his need to survive overcame the previous difficulties. All his muscles instantly compacted into themselves with a strong visual of his muscle definition decreasing. His heart actually stopped for a moment and what felt like a current of electricity flowed through his entire body but mainly his nervous and cardiovascular system thus regulating all the organs and slowing down his rapid breathing. Ah the power of evolution. Good thing he wasn't in an actual fight or he would've been dead in that moment. All better and returning to the appearance in which Alex met him the previous day, Darwin took a deep breath and walked towards the X-Factor leader and the robotic dog known as Ilsa. Hearing a sizzling noise, Armando turned to the view of the treadmill and was actually feeling ashamed. He was really destroying the place. He was causing more damage than that giant nazi he fought last year. Looking a bit worried, Armando approached Havok with a serious look upon his face yet apologetic. "I'm so sorry for the damage I've cause this room, Mr. Summers. I-I still haven't gotten a hold of my powers yet, since their situational". |
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| Havok | Feb 18 2009, 08:30 PM Post #14 |
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Havok waved off the kid's apologies and said, "First off, Dar, it's Alex, Havok if you simply can't call me by my name. We're not formal around here, not a bit, so Mr. Summers reminds me of my brother the stiff. You'll probably meet him soon, he's the field leader of the X-Men, I'm sure you've seen them on the news or whatever, and I love the guy, but in the words of Ferris Bueller, if you shoved a lump of coal up his butt, in two weeks you'd have a diamond. Me? I'm just Alex." He looked at the treadmill and said, "And as for all this mess, well, this isn't the first time that this place hasn't been enough for our powers and it won't be the last. Part of the joys of being a garage band style vigilante group." Placing a warm hand on the boy's shoulder, he lead him over to one of the weight benches and sat him down. "Take a breather," he encouraged, "Let me show you something." He lifted one hand and let it glow with his powers. The heat coming off it would've curled Darwin's hair if he had any. "When I first mutated, I was in the desert in Egypt. My powers were out of control and I ran off to die, so I wouldn't hurt anyone." He banished his powers. "But then, I was rescued, I guess is the word, by Magneto and his people, who taught me nothing about control and everything about power. I hurt many people, even some people that I love, because I didn't know when to stop, or even how to stop if I wanted. Now, it seems to me, that your powers won't stop, that they'll just keep evolving you even to your detriment. You expended too much energy, and you look beat. That's not going to do us any good and it's certainly not going to do you any good. So, let's see if we can't figure out some way for you to make evolution a conscious choice. Maybe to teach you how to say, 'nope, that's just too darn heavy.' Sound good?" |
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